Chapter 45 Violent (Bonus Chapter) "Murder must be punished..."
The names of the four people swirled in Ji Jiazhen's mind.
Wen Qinsheng, Duan Lan, Duan Qiyin, Li Zhuorong.
She ruled out Duan Lan first.
Wen Siyu is her godson, and Fang Wei is her friend. She has no reason to do this, and besides, it wouldn't do her any good.
She has a hard time saying what the remaining three are.
Duan Qiyin had threatened her, and she wasn't sure if this was one of his methods to force Wen Siyu to stay away from her. But if he just wanted Wen Siyu to get rid of him, there was no need to involve Meng Xu.
Li Zhuorong and Wen Qinsheng are in cahoots. If Li Zhuorong did it, then Wen Qinsheng must be supporting her behind the scenes. But she couldn't understand what benefit this would bring to Wen Qinsheng. If someone followed the clues and found out the cause of Meng Xu's death, it would be a scandal for Wen Qinsheng.
These four people don't seem very similar, but if I had to choose one...
"Wen Qinsheng?"
Ji Jiazhen turned her head and looked at Fang Wei, who had been silent and hadn't put down her phone.
The news of Meng Xu's death led to countless inquiries into her past and the exposure of numerous photos, some of which Fang Wei had not seen for many years.
She just watched, her unusually gentle gaze fixed on Meng Xu on the screen. After hearing Ji Jiazhen's question, she looked up and cast a bewildered glance.
*
Yuting Mansion, the Wen family.
Wen Siyu was thrown against the wall by a heavy force, his shoulder hitting the corner of the wall. He gasped in pain, the pain going from his flesh to his bones.
The two people in front of him were still approaching, pulling him up from the ground and punching him in the cheekbone. His eyes were red with suppressed anger, but he didn't utter a sound, his eyes fixed on Wen Qinsheng sitting not far away.
He was kidnapped and brought here by Wen Qinsheng's men.
His trending status also brought Wen Qinsheng into the spotlight, as the revelation that Meng Xu was his mother made it impossible to keep their relationship a secret any longer.
Wen Qinsheng has an average of twenty lovers every year, and his reputation is already ruined. But Meng Xu is different. She is the nation's first love and white moonlight. No one knows that the two of them had a relationship, and no one thought that Meng Xu would have a child for such a person, and even die in the delivery room because of this child.
Meng Xu's standing in the public eye meant that Wen Siyu and Wen Qinsheng would be condemned by public opinion.
They didn't believe Meng Xu could fall in love with Wen Qinsheng, nor did they believe Wen Siyu was the fruit of their love. In their eyes, to some extent, both Wen Qinsheng and Wen Siyu were murderers.
How could Wen Qinsheng allow such remarks to appear?
Even twenty-two years after Meng Xu's death, he remained immersed in the persona of a deeply devoted lover he had created for himself. He believed that he had only ever loved Meng Xu, despite his numerous lovers and the fact that he had caused her death.
He believed that Wen Siyu was the real culprit who killed Meng Xu.
If he hadn't been born, Mengxu wouldn't have died.
But Wen Siyu shared the same blood as Meng Xu, and his existence proved that they had once loved each other. He couldn't help but pay attention to this son who had never called him "Dad," and he couldn't help but gaze through his eyes at Meng Xu, who had died young.
Even now, he was searching for Meng Xu's shadow in Wen Siyu's eyes.
Even though his eyes look like he wants to kill him.
Wen Qinsheng raised his hand, signaling the two men to stop hitting Wen Siyu and to let them hold him back.
Wen Siyu was forced to kneel down in Wen Qinsheng's direction. He coughed a few times, swallowing back the metallic taste rising in his throat. He stubbornly raised his eyes and glared at Wen Qinsheng.
If it weren't for the two people behind him, he could have rushed up and killed Wen Qinsheng right now.
He took a couple of breaths and said in a deep voice, "Wen Qinsheng, if you don't beat me to death today, you can just wait to be killed by me."
Wen Qinsheng looked at him as if he were a stubborn and unrepentant wretch, "You're a jinx, you were born to kill your mother, and now you're making her miserable."
Wen Siyu trembled, twisting his body to resist the two hands holding him down, "Did I bring death to my mother?"
"You've disgraced your parents for some random woman. Go watch that video yourself. Have you no shame? Do I, Wen Qinsheng, have no shame at all?!"
"You have no shame? Didn't you already lose all shame a long time ago? You didn't think about shame when you cheated on me, you didn't think about shame when you slept with your lover, and now you're thinking about shame?"
Wen Qinsheng picked up a cup and smashed it against his left ear. "I'm your father! And you dare to tell me what to do?!"
Wen Siyu's ears rang, his eardrums throbbed, and he even felt dizzy from the impact.
Wen Qinsheng picked up a photo frame and ran his fingers along the glass, as if he were touching the face of the person in the photo through the glass.
"You're nothing like your mother."
"You have no right to mention my mother!"
Wen Qinsheng raised his chin, and the two understood his meaning, so they helped Wen Siyu turn around.
After he turned around, the previously black screen on the TV started playing images.
The screen first appears gray, accompanied by a hissing ambient sound, followed by a shaking.
"Are you recording?"
A soft female voice.
Wen Siyu raised his head and looked at the screen. His whole body was tense, his throat was tight, and his eyes blinked very infrequently. When he saw the main character on the screen, he clenched his teeth and his lips turned white.
"I'm starting to speak? It's definitely being recorded."
Meng Xu is speaking.
Meng Xu, 28 years old and pregnant.
She sat in a wicker chair, wearing a white silk dress, her belly protruding, and she smiled gently at the camera while resting her hands on it.
"Hello, little friend, I'm your mom, your mom."
Wen Siyu's chest trembled and rose and fell, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his vision blurred when he heard the word "mother".
"I still don't know your gender. You're very active and always kick my stomach. I guess you're a naughty little boy. My aunt says you're a girl. I wonder who guessed right, me or her."
She lowered her eyes and looked down at her lower abdomen.
"You're a good boy, you didn't make your mom upset, you're a sensible child."
Wen Siyu instinctively wanted to shake his head.
"Your aunt asked Mom to name you. It's been so long, but Mom has never thought about it before. It's like naming you means you're about to be born. I'm a little reluctant to part with you. I want to stay with you longer, but I also want to meet you soon."
A drop of water falls from the sky and lands on the tile.
He couldn't spend much time with her, and he never even met her once.
“Naming you is quite difficult. Mom always wants to add all sorts of auspicious characters to your name, but Auntie says that's too greedy, so let's skip those. Mom hopes you'll be like a little fish, free and unrestrained, living a life like a fish in water, swimming wherever you want, Mom will accompany you. If you're a girl, your name will be Yu; if you're a boy, your name will be Yu. As for the other character, let Auntie think of it. Auntie loves you very much, and she's just as excited as Mommy for your arrival.”
He only learned today that his name was Meng Xu and Fang Weiqi.
Tears streamed down his face, one after another, as new tears welled up and condensed in his eyes, blurring his vision. He didn't want to blink, afraid that he would miss Meng Xu's face in that instant.
The person holding the camera off-screen was Fang Wei, and she spoke.
"How about Si? Be more gentle, he/she is too active."
Meng Xu smiled and read it aloud, "Si Yu, Si Yu? It sounds nice, let's call her that."
This was the first time he had heard his mother call his name.
Fang Wei said no again, "It sounds like selfishness, it doesn't sound good, the connotation is bad."
Meng Xu covered her face and laughed, her hand in front of her lips, her eyebrows and eyes curving.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. Selfishness, living for oneself, I hope they can live a little more selfishly, only caring about themselves. In their life, no one is more important than them. Let’s call them that.”
"This is really strange. Let me think of a new word."
The filming seemed to end there. After Fang Wei finished speaking, the camera started to shake again, shooting the flowers and plants on the ground, the hem of Meng Xu's skirt, and then there was another white shot, probably because the camera was placed on her lap.
Before stopping the recording, Meng Xu said one more thing.
The last sentence.
Indeed, this is the sentence that Wen Siyu most wanted to hear in his life.
"Mom loves you very much."
He had never been so disheveled, never shed so many tears, never hated his own life so much, and never so desperately wanted the ability to bring the dead back to life.
Wen Qinsheng's voice rang out behind him: "You're just like the name your mother gave you, selfish."
His shoulders trembled slightly as he heard Wen Qinsheng speak his second sentence, his tone melancholy, as if he were reminiscing.
"Your mother was such a gentle person, so very gentle. She was the only woman I ever loved, and you killed her, you killed her!"
Perhaps it was because Wen Siyu was too quiet that the two men holding him off lowered their guard, and his resistance and outburst caught them off guard. All the strength in his body was used up in this moment.
Break free and turn around.
"Wen Qinsheng, stop pretending to be all sentimental!"
The next second, the person was pressed down on the table, his cheek against the surface, and veins bulging on his forehead.
Wen Qinsheng was startled and pointed at him, saying, "Hit him, keep hitting him! Keep hitting him until he's dead!"
Wen Siyu stared intently at him, his eyes bloodshot, and stopped struggling, saying in a calm voice:
"Wen Qinsheng, murderers must pay with their lives."
*
The topic remained trending, and Fang Wei hadn't slept for two days and two nights, while Ji Jiazhen had only slept for less than ten hours.
Fang Wei wants to find the mastermind behind this series of events, while Ji Jiazhen is worried about how much the video captured.
If the living room can be photographed, then the bedrooms must also be visible.
She and Wen Siyu were in the room...
She doesn't want to think about what would happen if she were photographed.
For five days, Wen Siyu sent that one message, but there was no other response.
She removed his number from her blacklist last night and unblocked him on WeChat, but he hasn't sent her a single message or made a single phone call.
He never came to see her.
Ji Jiazhen didn't regret not giving him a chance to explain that day, nor did she regret the argument they had. It wasn't that she couldn't back down or apologize, as long as he could provide decent evidence to prove that the video and camera footage had nothing to do with him.
But this person just wouldn't show up.
She even took the initiative to call him out of respect.
He didn't answer.
He doesn't answer Fang Wei's calls.
On the morning of the sixth day, things took a turn, and the previously one-sided public opinion began to shift to the other side.
#Mengxuzhisandangsan#
Ji Jiazhen was stunned when she saw the trending topic. The topic described how Meng Xu interfered in Wen Qinsheng and Duan Lan's marriage, detailing every little thing, and even providing photos and text as evidence.
She didn't dare ask Fang Wei what was going on.
Fang Wei rubbed her temples, her usually meticulous short hair now slightly disheveled. Only after she had composed herself did Ji Jiazhen speak.
"us……"
"Let's go find Duan Lan."
She had a gut feeling that the relationship between Fang Wei and Duan Lan was not so simple.
Or rather, Duan Lan has never been well-behaved.
They used to spare no expense and effort to block Ji Jiazhen's path, and now they go to great lengths to let everyone know about this past event.
The truth was about to be revealed, and she felt that Wen Siyu needed to be there at this moment; he had to be present.
Having no other choice, she had to call someone close to him.
When the idea came to her, she wanted to laugh. Who else could be around Wen Siyu besides her and his father?
She called Shi Kuang.
"Can you get in touch with Wen Siyu?"
Shi Kuang's hesitant tone told her that he could be contacted.
He was actually able to get in touch with him.
Ji Jiazhen, for no apparent reason, asked him, "Where is Wen Siyu?"
"He...is not in the country; he left the day before yesterday."
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